Chapter 415
"Next applicant, Finral Reeve," Gunther called out.
Grey spun around with his mouth scrunched as if he was holding something in—and he was. A bubbling laughter tried to force its way out, but he managed to suppress it… barely. What escaped, however, was a loud chuckle.
"Reeve?" Grey laughed, holding his belly in mock pain while watching Finral step forward.
"I would love to see you come up with something better. At least it's better than Dumbbell," Finral muttered silently, although it was just loud enough for Grey to hear as he took the stage.
"It says here that Finral is a Stage 2 warrior. Hence, the doll will be programmed to a Stage 3 warrior," Gunther announced as he picked another doll from the racks. He placed his palm on its back, causing the mechanical construct to whirr and hum to life, its eyes glowing faintly red.
"Choice of weapon?" Gunther asked.
"A katana," Finral replied without hesitation.
